Chapter 5: Coughing
The young girl started a horrible coughing fit, it was wet and dangerous sounding. Spike flinched at every heave of the small body. He didn't really know what to do, but he thought…well…maybe…
He took her behind her slim shoulders and watched her cough into her spotty hands until she was weak, and the coughs came out as slight squeaks. The wash-cloth had fallen off her fevered forehead. He slapped her firmly on the back with the heal of his hand a couple of times to loosen up the phlegm. It apparently worked, because Edward gave one more huge hack and then, "Ewwww."
Spike had to agree, her hands were full of green sticky boogers.
"Just sit still, don't put your hands on anything. I'll get you a…"
It was too late, Edward had rubbed her hands on her shirt, leaving a green stain on the front.
"Ed…"
"What?"
"GROSS!"
"Where was I supposed to put it?"
"A TISSUE MAYBE! I told you not to. Are you totally a social retard (see A/N below) or what?"
"Sorry Spi."
"No you're not. Do you even have another shirt?"
"Uhh…let me think…no."
"I thought not." He went over to his closet and dug out one of his yellow shirts. He threw it at the girl, "Put this on."
"This on?" she repeated.
"Yap!" Ein said.
"Yeah, I'll go get you some toilet paper to use for a tissue okay? Just change and then chill out."
"Chill! Like a pill eating a drill. Heheheheee!" She giggled, but it wasn't really a happy giggle. It was more out of habit than anything else. She really was desperately ill, and Spike knew it.
"I mean it Ed! Try to sleep, I'll be right back."
Edward was had already stripped off the white Tee-shirt and was fiddling with the buttons on Spike's shirt. Ein followed him to the door. He pointed down at the mutt, "Watch her, okay Ein?"
"Woof!"
Spike nodded his thanks to the dog, then went to go fetch some tissues.
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A/N: I apologize for the 'social retard' thing. I don't think it's an okay to say at all. But Spike is Spike. Please don't be offended. *bows* Gomen, and thank you